歌词
作词 : Daisy Chamberlin/John Benoit/Ethan David Cate
作曲 : Daisy Chamberlin/John Benoit/Ethan David Cate/Gray Trainer/Brody Taylor Smith
An altruistic hand can't reach out to touch you now
Sanctions
You've made off without requite too long
You've kissed the ring and knelt in awe, confessed your flaws
Alas you're short the cost
Down on one knee but you were insincere
Soft I went soft I went soft I went soft for you
Siphoned the blood from my veins until I turned blue
There’s no order in falling for charlatans
Prosperous false promise your grift
An altruistic hand can't reach out to touch you now
Sanctions
You've made off without requite too long
You've kissed the ring and knelt in awe
Holes in the walls and the eyes that they bear speak truth
Wrenching the heart of your honor and name askew
Mendacious darling, perennial sin, folly of commonwealth, hubris of breath
An altruistic hand can't reach out to touch you now
Sanctions
You've made off without requite too long
You've kissed the ring and knelt in awe, confessed your flaws
Alas you're short the cost
Down on one knee but you were insincere
Adjudicate the exile
Drown in a glass of your menace
Holy words won’t purge these lungs
Grant amnesty, I can not
Make it all go away (I can’t say that)
Just a taste of the fruit (makes you sober)
Commencement, our queen drank to you
Drank to you
Crystallized fragments of engram snow
If I hadn’t loved you you’d still be alone
Contempt incarnate (for shame) immortalized in verdict (your name)
You drank the water of forest snow
While I built a fire for
Keeping our bodies warm foliage grave
This parabolic virtue is rife with disdain
Softest touch, like twisting the knife
Gently as to be precise
(Not that I want you)
Anointing you, enshroud your eyes
Wintry veil, made callous and white
(Just as I like you)
Adjudicate the exile
Drown in a glass of your menace
Holy words won’t purge these lungs
Grant amnesty, I can not
Make it all go away (I can’t)
Just a taste of the fruit (makes you sober)
Commencement, our queen drank to you
Drank to you
Adjudicate the exile
Drown in a glass of your menace
Holy words won’t purge these lungs
Grant amnesty, I can not